Chicago - you come to my senses

I picture you on the beach, laying in the sand

Out of reach of my trembling hands

I picture you in the car

Blonde hair in the wind, I picture you in my arms

And the touch of your skin, the smile on your face

The way that you taste

You come to my senses

Every time I close my eyes

I have no defenses

You come to my senses

I can't stop this ache inside

I have no defenses

Driving home in the cold

January rain

I've got to find my way out of this pain

I reached for you in the night

I dreamed of your kiss

I woke before it got light